I celebrate
the mountain top
and the sea shore
where we are reminded
that there is much more
than the execution
of mundane chores
and knick knacks bought
in knick knack stores
God is found in everything
but some inspire us to sing

I celebrate
love and beauty
that make joy and laughter
a pleasant duty
I celebrate
grief and mourning
serving as a vivid warning
to take nothing for granted
savor it all
there is too little time
before the last call
God is found in everything
may it all inspire
us to sing


The Implacable Motion of Everything

The moon-lit clouds strive
to circle and linger,
basking in her cold glow,
but the implacable motion
of everything denies
the lingering. Nothing
stays the same for long,
least of all a haunted sky,
and the ghostly clouds
slowly flee until she shines
alone in the cobalt vault,
her only company a few stars
dimmed by her glory.

Ordinary Days

Trying to recapture
a feeling you once knew
may not be the most productive
thing that you can do
situations change
and life gets rearranged
hard to catch a bird
that already flew

I miss the ordinary days
when doing nothing special
was special in its way
I miss the ordinary days

I don’t think of Christmas
or the Fourth of July
but sitting in the backyard
watching kids chase fireflies
talking of the day just done
and the day to come
You want a little ice cream?
I’ll go get us some

I miss the ordinary days
when doing nothing special
was special in its way
I miss the ordinary days

I am grateful for the memories
of something some folks never get
so I am not complaining
I am just explaining
why I wish it wasn’t over yet

I miss the ordinary days
when doing nothing special
was special in its way
I miss the ordinary days

A Cup of Good

Having a cup of coffee
waiting for the sun to come up
through the trees
I thought of the first time
you fixed me a cup of Joe
with sugar and cream
and my surprise that the bitter
brew could taste so good.
You just had a knack
for making life delicious


The painted pebble
that lives in my pocket
advises me to follow my dreams.
I’ve been trying to comply but
am compelled to point out that
they are tricky rascals
they keep changing directions
and can be masters of disguise

They have led me down
a primrose path or two
and have had their laughs
at my expense but I keep
following, though at a safe
distance until I find a pebble
that tells me what to do
if I catch one

Stranger Kindness

The lady stood
as straight as she could
with the weight of the world
on her slight shoulders
and asked at the counter
if there were someone
who could help her
bring her husband inside
for his treatments

Assured it would be
just a minute she started
back to the car to wait with him.
I had an urge to give her a hug
and tell her everything would be okay
but she might have thought me weird
okay is such a subjective thing
it’s not always safe to let your guard down
so I just let my heart ache a minute
for them, knowing where they are

Knowing from experience that
there is no stranger kindness
than the kindness of strangers
popping up when least expected
occurring when most needed
wondering just how does
God do that, anyway? And, how
does He decide when to apply it?


It was a long trail
through that valley of the shadow
where I feared no evil
and may have embraced more
of it than was wise
creating shadows of my own
but I never expected
to leave it alive

Now on the high ground
in the clear light of day
wondering why and how
this came to pass and
if I should try to choose a way
or just let the Spirit
which brought me this far
nudge me in some direction

Knowing that my choices
haven’t been that great
I think I’d better let that
Spirit decide my fate